Thursday, July 27, 2006 @8:50 PM
© By Khierra M. Hargrove
He rose the dead,
Peter, Paul, and Silas he lead,
He turned water into wine,
And like no other, this man is one of a kind,
At the age of twelve he was in the temple,
He made obeying god seem so simple,
At the age of thirty, he was dipped by John the Baptist,
When he was thirty three, he was arrested, and betrayed by a kiss,
Even on Calvary, there was still work to be done,
He granted the thief on his right a paradise,
because he believed that he was God's Son,
who is this man,
that brought peace and joy to the land,
and Right now sits at god's right hand,
He hung, bled, and died,
For each and every one of us,
You can call him what you want,
But I call him Jesus.